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friends. We can do that whenever we want. Then, the pressure’s off in trying to plan a big wedding while I’m trying to win the World Series.”
    She looks amazed for about five seconds and then the usual uncertainty flits across her features. “Are you sure? Elope now?”
    “Marry me on Friday. Don’t cancel the Hollins House stuff just yet. Let me cover the bases with my dad before we start to unravel everything right away. We can follow up with Pastor Dan at Half Moon Bay for next July or something. That’s what we both really want, right? I’ll call him and see if that date is still available. I’ll take care of it. It’ll be epic. Okay?”
    She loves this idea. I can see the relief on her face. “I thought we couldn’t do next July because of baseball?”
    “You love that little church. We’ll keep it small so it’s doable. Spare no expense for food and drink and family and a few friends. No more grand scale stuff. Just small scale and amazing. The Giants can work around it; they’ll understand. It won’t be a problem. We won’t make it a problem. I won’t make it a problem. We’ll already be married by this Friday and you can have the sweet little wedding you really wanted looking out at the Pacific at Half Moon Bay. Say yes. Say yes to all of it.” I study her closely as she wrestles with all these competing thoughts. “Your mom will be better by then,” I say softly, trying not to upset her, but wanting her to face the reality of our situation.
    The World Series and Tessa Landon’s rehab are both unexpected events that we’ve had to contemplate and factor in to all of our plans. “Cara will be settled. Talking .”
    “Let’s hope.”
    Tally doesn’t say anything for a long time. I can see her going through the pros and cons. “Elope. We couldn’t tell anybody. I’d need to break it to my mom gently, but only after a while. Dad would be okay, but Mom…” She hesitates. “Mom really wants to help me with a wedding. I don’t want to deny her that.”
    “Okay. She’ll love Half Moon Bay and that little church plus it will give you two more time to plan it all.” She gets this little smile. “So we’ll get married on Friday and we won’t tell anybody,” I say slowly, “not even Charlie or Marla. Or my dad. For a while.”
    “Not even Marla? That’s a tough one. So it would be just us?”
    “Just us. The judge, you, me, two witnesses. That’s five just like Pastor Dan said.”
    “After your playoff game,”Tally says slowly. “Just go to the courthouse on Friday and get married.”
    “You love this idea. It’s all over your face. Marry me. On Friday. Say yes,” I say softly. “Be my wife. Say yes, Mrs. Presley.” I laugh at her shocked expression. “I can call you that because by Friday it’ll be reality. You’ll be Mrs. Lincoln Presley. Then, we can plan this amazing wedding at Half Moon Bay with Pastor Dan for your family, for your mom, and all of our close friends. But by this Friday, we’ll already be married. Mrs. Presley. I like the sound of that. And you’ll come running whenever I call you; right? Like a good wife should. Any time I call?”
    She readjusts her hips even with mine and makes her intentions known as to what we’re going to do next. I’m hard for her in a matter of seconds because she does that to me. Tally the goddess. Just watching her walk can turn me on but being inside of her is an experience like no other. It's like this crossing over to this completely different plane of existence—this true bliss that’s so euphoric it’s hard to come back down from. The only thing I can compare it to is a really good narcotic that gets you beatifically high. That's Tally to me. She grabs my face and my full attention at the same time and slides her silky way down my shaft in one lithe, practiced dancer’s move. Her smile lights up her whole face. All is right with our world again. We both seem to share in this incredible feeling.
    We’ve had